Sending hope forward, into the unknown
Hoping for serenity
Note to a future self
Attempting to sway the course
Seed fate
Become a self sustaining force
Grow more
Learn more
Know yourself, set out from there
Be the wind at your back
Be the sails full of air
Be the fair seas behind and before you
Just a little over 300 days left on my current project. I suppose I should specify, as I have a lot of projects on the go. I’m referring to my daily updates, and the reason I took up that challenge. My intent is to publish a volume called “A Year in Verse”, which will encompass 365 days of unedited writing. Once I’ve finished it, I’ll be sending out a handful of copies to my most faithful readers. I’ll be sure to reach out when the time comes, to collect the pertinent information. Thank you for bearing with me through this little update, and thanks once more for taking time out to read my work. It means quite a lot to me.
Warm regards,
J.C. Lloyd
Vivid dreams of days long past, bringing me to tears
Memories of carefree play, bursting with good cheer
Memories of myself, always standing to the side
Lost opportunities
Lost my inner child
Declining to take part
Now I’m all alone with my closely guarded heart
Trails of light that you follow
Streetlamps line the path
Will you stay the line, or will you stray into the black?
There’s no backtracking
The way dissolves behind
Forward into happenstance
Chance and your designs
Find balance, strive for adaptivity
Harmonious, self synchronicity
Another silhouette against the morning light
Another shadow in the corner of your eye
Slipping out of view
Spots in your vision, old ghosts to remind you
Find your place in the shade
Dawn casting rays upon your scarred and troubled face
The new day has come
Casting silhouettes in shape of days dead and gone
As the world closes in
Narrows ’round your eyes
A sense of panic breaks
A storm comes with the tide
Crashing like the waves
Blood rushing past your ears
Flow ebbing through your veins
Heart beating loud and clear
Crushing like the ocean
Abysmal fathoms, deeper fears
Dragged down by emotion
Pressures great
Waters unclear
The past taps me on the shoulder
Ignored more oft than not
It’s one thing to learn a lesson, but don’t let it gnaw
Don’t let it draw you in and eat you from inside
Take what you must and take the rest in stride
I’m not saying “Hide.”
I don’t like to live that way
You shouldn’t have to
Stop wallowing in shame
Stop cursing long dead days that left just as they came
Don’t let shame run on like the rhymes on this page
I write these daily letters
Address them to myself
I hope they grant perspective, but only time will tell
Somewhere down the line
I’ll go back and read them
Analyse my mind
Find answers to new questions
You never know when the past will teach a present lesson
Signs and warnings gone unseen
Important with the way that history repeats
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